About Me

It must be about ME

Don't you see?  Or,

It's all about others

And how they see ME

Family and friends,

They laugh and play,

But don't you see?

I must have the last say.

Anecdotes and events

That you want to share,

If they are not about ME

Why should I care?

Going through life without

Sisters or brothers, taught ME

That caring is not about others.

Now that I have spoken,

I hope you will see,

If it is all about anything,

It must be all about ME.

A Smile

Eyes bright, yet damp.

Crow's feet stretching

At the corners, showing

Only time, not sadness.

Her lips parted and ready

To reveal all those years

Wrought with pain, joy,

And the wisdom of life

Close to the earth, her reality.

TODAY

I focus on the present.

To look back is dark.

To look forward is toxic.

The icicles of yesterday

Will drown me tomorrow.

I need the sunshine today.

QUESTIONS

Where is the pride?

That of country?

Where is the concern?

For others, and ourselves?

Where is the anger,

That children shoot each other?

That a noose is used as a threat?

To a college professor?

To a police officer?To anyone, anyone at all?

Why do we accept destroying Iraq,

And refususing to fix New Orleans?

Why is "No Child Left Behind" needed,

If no healthcare for that child is not?

Does anyone care, at all?

QUESTIONS REVISED

The "now generation" 

That wants it all

Is just filled with 

Avarice that will

Lead them to fall.  

Who has taught

Them to be such fools?

Why do they play

By such dangerous rules?

The answer of course

Lies with people like us,

Those fearful parents

Who make no fuss.

How easy it is just to let go,

How hard it is just to say "NO."

Have we forgotten

Values are not fake?

To succeed in life

There are risks to take.

It is not just having

Some unique ability,

Achievement dwells

Within true humility.

The questions asked,

The challenges now,

Have to be met with

Courage somehow.

BUSY, BUSY, BUSY

TOO OFTEN..........

I WAS TOO BUSY LOOKING FORWARD TO TOMORROW.

TOO OFTEN.........

I WAS TOO BUSY FEARING ALL THOSE "YESTERDAYS."

TOO OFTEN.........

I WAS TOO BUSY TO SEE THAT "TODAY" IS WHERE

                                     I SHOULD BE

REFLECTIONS

A cracked

Mirror,

Reflections

Of a lost

Youth.

Innocense,

Love,

Time.

It Is 

All for

Naught if

There is no

Hope.

A Responsibility

Our children hope

We are the beacons,

The guardians of

All their tomorrow's.

We are charged with

Preserving their smiles,

Holding their dreams and

It is time to search for

Our conscience, a trip

Into a vacuum created

By a loss of humility.

Our standards are there,

The question:  Do we dare?